Why Wait?

By the wayside is a sad sight seen

Someone waiting long so keen

No one meets him, all in moving

Never stopping, all but staring

Wait goes on till glee is gone

Masking his desperate lonely tone

Just to share his pangs withheld

To a friend he waits, in hope withered 

No one lives for anyone, never

That's the way of the wayside ever

Many a waiting quench the last flickers

Reduce to ashes, the endless follies

I asked a poor soul who lingered alone

The reason for his stay here forlorn

'I thought he'd come, my friend' he uttered

Hiding his tear beneath his mask

I told him my tale, of long years' wait

Like a wayside flower, how I was wilt

And the words of wisdom, a passerby spoke

'Live your life and wait for no folk'

'Friends may come, may not as well

May be they aren't your friends at all

But life must move on and you along

Love will take you each furlong'

Mask was thrown to the wayside bin

Gathered courage to march and win

Long and firm each step ahead

With grit and peace, alone he pressed